Aizawa kept just eyes locked on the villain, his eyes glowing red through his strange yellow eye shields. His unkempt black hair was floating as his quirk was activated. He held you, Maze, a child he had found closely to his chest and shielded your young eyes from the bloodshed of the battlegrounds. You felt warm and safe, oblivious to the situation. The villain that once held you captive was now struggling to escape Aizawas scarf. "it's okay.. it's all going to be fine.." he mumbled